Thursday morning, getting ahead of myself again. There’s all kinds of malarkey going on in Brussels or somewhere at the moment, and I’m getting updates in from my UK ‘stringer’ who is keeping his finger on the pulse firmer that a surgeon performing a heart transplant, so all kinds of things may have happened by the time you read this. We shall wait and see.
Meanwhile, the sofa bed (very basic but hopefully will do the job) is in place and has its first fan. Luckily I put a white throw over it. Jack has found his morning sleeping spot now, after investigating the cupboard to check up on my old scripts and manuscripts, scores and other work that is kept in there.
I am typing on my new keyboard kindly sourced for my by Spacephone Symi. The keys are the same size as standard keys, which is why I tend to hit two at once, but it has a larger surround which somehow make me feel the keys are larger and this easier to strike. Which is probably also why I hit more than one at a time. Should have gone to typing lessons and learned to type properly rather than churning out 100 (incorrect) words a minute with three fingers on one hand, plus an occasional little finger, and two on the left hand. Still, five out of ten ain’t bad.
Neil’s been to town again and today has organised boat tickets for Friday. He’s off to his allergy doctor person in Rhodes, so I shall be covering the bar on Friday afternoon. I’ve also been chasing up some medical matters. My national health insurance runs out at the end of this year so I need to fix up some private scheme. I’ve checked with Euromedica in Rhodes and found a list of insurance companies they deal with. I’ve emailed one (the Greek branch of ING) and they have had their local agent from Rhodes call me up this morning.
We had a funny chat. ‘How tall are you?’ Told him. ‘How much do you weigh?’ Told him. ‘You are too short,’ he said, ‘but I am shorter.’ ‘O-kay… And?’ ‘Ha!’ He laughed. ‘When I say I am too short I mean I am too fat because we are not fat we are just under-tall, but I am fatter than you and they still insure me.’ Well, charmed I am sure. I shall post him some photos of the sunrise and sweat I see every morning. Anyway, they should be sending me a quote through the email post at some point. And, when I have seen that and recovered from my heart attack, I’ll start to work out a way to afford to pay it. Nice thing is, he said, the insurance company might want to have me checked by Euromedica before finalising, and they will pay for it all. Another medical holiday in Rhodes looks to be in the offing.
That’s that. What’s next? Nothing really. No more news since yesterday. A bit windy, still warm, quite pleasant actually, and a few pics form the harbour on the blog. We may or may not be in the Euro by the time you read this, but, as the sign said, “Keep calm and have another summit.”
